Well our trip started with a little snag. Thanks to Jeff’s sister we were flying on the friends and family discount. Only draw back is you fly standby. So friday evening we were supposed to leave and standby we did. So we re booked ourselves for the Saturday pm flight and off to Teds Montana Grill we went for a few cold Sweetwater Brews and some buffalo burgers. We chilled for the night and got a decent nights rest.
After all of us slept in the next morning we awoke to some hot coffee followed by a full menu of hunting shows on tv. The anticipation had us all feeling good about the evening flight. After a light lunch at Jason’s deli and an ice cream walk around Piedmont Park we headed back to get showered to go.
A quick cab ride to Marta and the interesting train ride to the airport we sat and waited for the four lucky names to be called. It was like winning the lottery. “Jackson, Dunkin, Lee and Albrecht to the ticket counter”. We rushed to check in. We quickly boarded the plane. Only to find out… yep, we’re flying first class.
Now I’ve done the coach flight twice to South Africa and due to the adrenaline and excitement it’s really not bad. But being able to stretch out and lay down made all the difference in the world. If we weren’t eating or watching tv on the short 15 hour flight we were sleeping.
We arrived in Johannesburg and we quickly got our bags and cleared customs. Our host from Afton Guest House was there to meet and greet us as always. We re-booked our flights for the morning since we were a day late and headed out. Since Afton was full that night they put us up in a partner guest house. The Eland guest house. No pun intended on this trip. After settling in our host drove us over to the lodge for the always filling steak dinner. Coupled with a few South African beers and a cigar we turned in for the night.
We awoke bright and early for our connecting flight to Windhoek. A less than two hour flight and we were under the Namibian sun. We cleared customs and got our bags. I could see the cheesy grin on the other side of the doors of our buddy and guide Drikus Swanpole. There he greeted everyone with handshakes and hugs and our other ph Schalk. Yep. I immediately started referring to him as skunk.
So we jumped into the safari wagons and were off to the farm. We made a short stop at the local mall. Ha. Now let me tell you how interesting the closest shopping is some almost 50 miles away. We finally arrived and were greeted with more hugs from Danita. That’s drikus wife. Ironically enough we’d met them in Atlanta at the sci show. It didn’t take long for us to hit it off. Before long we’d mutually committed to sponsoring the NWTF JAKES Dream Hunt and made a point to meet up in a few weeks in Nashville for the national convention. So… short story long, it was like reuniting with family.
We had a quick bite to eat and everyone finished getting settled in. I think jet lag finally took over and we all passed out for a quick cat nap. After waking and enjoying some tea we ventured out for the afternoon hunt. The game was on.
Carrie and I headed out with Drikus and Willie. Willie would be our tracker for this trip. Jennifer and Jeff headed out with Schalk. Carrie had already bet that Jeff would score first between the two rookies. She also said jennifer would score first between the two veterans. Little did she know she’d be half right.
We’d sat for a short while over a water hole when the activity started. All sorts of game. But when Drikus told Carrie to get her bow ready it was serious business. A pair of red hartebeest were coming in. Two nice bulls but one definitely a trophy. Carrie did everything perfect. Drikus said draw your bow and she was right on queue. It was only seconds till I heard the pink camo Athens Accomplice let the arrow fly. The Arrowdynamic Solutions arrow and Atom broadhead found their mark perfectly. The bull ran off and I think Carrie was in complete shock at what had just happened. We waited a few and called Willie to bring the truck. A short walk and I was elated to watch Drikus hug carrie congratulating her on her first ever bow animal. You could see the white of her smile all the way back in Georgia.
So after the ceremonial videography and photography Willie took her first ever sci gold medal trophy back while we got back in the blind. We sat till dark but had no other shot opportunities. For us or Dunk and Driz. So Carrie was 0 for 1 on the bet. But after celebrating the hunt over a Namibian beer and South African wine with game meatballs we called it a night.
The next day everyone was ready to go but it was quite a bit chilly. The ride to the blind for me was freezing sitting in the back of the truck while Carrie sat up front. We made it to the blind and sat. And sat. And sat. A totally slow morning with no activity. For us that was. Dunk and Driz saw a few critters. And right after lunch jeff would savor his first African trophy. A beautiful mature kudu bull. The 50 plus incher was a trophy by all standards. While we didn’t have any luck that day Carrie did have her run in with what’s become her obsession. A herd of giraffe came to water at dark. We went back to the lodge for another victory celebration. And yet another amazing game dinner of game cutlet stir fry. We were all short lived and longed for our beds.
After a good nights rest we were up and at it again. This time the weather was much calmer. Less wind and not so cold. Dunk and Driz were off to prove half of carries bet right. Jennifer scored on a beautiful black wildebeest. We had an active morning but no harvest. That luck would soon change.
While Drikus was trying to use the little boys bottle he looked out the camera window to see a herd of eland bulls coming in. I quickly grabbed my bow. We watched and evaluated which one was best. Despite the two horns being asymmetrical he had a beautiful blue face and great big chin. The trick was now the shot. He was quartering away. Hard. I had a split second and took aim. I aimed for the offside leg and let the Athens Accomplice fly. The Arrowdynamic Solutions arrow tipped with a new Radian broadhead found their mark.
The bull walked a few steps and stopped as though nothing happened. He stood there for a short pause and started walking towards the trees. As soon as he got there he laid down. We thought he was done that quick but these amazing animals have learned how to survive the wilds of Africa. At almost 2000 pounds they’re one tough animal. I secured a follow up shot and shortly was standing over my largest trophy to date… by far. The mass of his horns. The beautiful blue face. I relished the many photos and video admiring my new trophy before the trackers winched him into the back of the truck. Back to the blind we went.
We figured we’d sit again as we’d seen several animals that day and had a good feeling we’d have a shot at another trophy. Sure enough. A few hours later I’d spotted a herd of springbuck coming in. They eventually came in and there were two mature males. Scattered in with dozens of female and immature springbucks. And kudu. All walking in and around one another like rush hour traffic. I watched the two males and one came to water. I had a narrow shooting window. It wasn’t the perfect shot but I had confidence in the new Radian broadhead. I shot a bit high but achieved a complete pass through shot. The springbuck bolted and bounded off like a streak of lightening. We waited a short while and set off to track him. We were quite a ways off from the lodge and had no cell or radio service so we were on our own. Drikus followed the blood trail for what seemed forever. He told Carrie and I to walk and scan the area as he couldn’t go far. We spread out and shortly Drikus and Carrie watched my bow pumping in the air with excitement at finding this absolutely gorgeous animal. After a few photos we’d drag him back to the blind to sit out the day. We didn’t have any other shots but the day was absolutely perfect. For me anyway.
Carrie and I sat in the back of the safari wagon heading back to the lodge watching the beautiful Namibian sunset against a backdrop of scenic plains. Among the tall grass and trees we’d pass hundreds more animals. Its truly a beautiful sight and one we feel so blessed to see and enjoy Gods amazing creation first hand.
Back at the lodge Jennifer and I exchanged hugs and congratulations. I savored a cold beer and great cigar. Followed by a fire grilled steak dinner. No room for desert. And time for bed. So as I lay here and sign off I can only imagine my dreams of what tomorrow may bring.
Under the namibian skies…
